Quesadillas. Two Ls in Spanish for some inexplicable reason makes the sound of a Y. On my mind now, is how in the **** people came up with shit like this for their languages. It's like, every single ****ing one
has something stupid like that about it. Would it have been too difficult to assign one sound to one letter and just stick to that?
For Our Lord Sheogorath, without Whom all Thought would be linear and all Feeling would be fleeting. Blessed are the Madmen, for they hold the keys to secret knowledge. Blessed are the Phobic, always wary of that which would do them harm. Blessed are the Obsessed, for their courses are clear. Blessed are the Addicts, may they quench the thirst that never ebbs. Blessed are the Murderous, for they have found beauty in the grotesque. Blessed are the Firelovers, for their hearts are always warm. Blessed are the Artists, for in their hands the impossible is made real. Blessed are the Musicians, for in their ears they hear the music of the soul. Blessed are the Sleepless, as they bask in wakeful dreaming. Blessed are the Paranoid, ever-watchful for our enemies. Blessed are the Visionaries, for their eyes see what might be. Blessed are the Painlovers, for in their suffering, we grow stronger. Blessed is the Madgod, who tricks us when we are foolish, punishes us when we are wrong, tortures us when we are unmindful, and loves us in our imperfection.
Jajajajajajajajaja.Originally Posted by Heartless Angel
I'm sitting here, wishing I could be playing Wolfenstein. Couldn't buy it as I need a manager to serve me at work, and I've been managing alone for two days, and that was amazing and awful all at the same time. Like, working in customer services is highly rewarding, but also the most depressing career ever. I had a mental break down today after the fifth asshole who demanded they speak with a manager because they don't like our policies (which are totally fair and obvious, mind, and we don't mind bending the rules when people are honest and show us respect), and realised an hour before the end of the shift that we were so far behind on everything... gah, headache.
Buying Wolfenstein tomorrow, totally. But I can't run home and play it because I have to vote tomorrow, and I haven't fully decided who I want to vote for yet. UKIP can go **** themselves though. So I'll be spending tomorrow night in a ****ing line at my local library, full of miserable people, waiting to vote for a promising party that'll spend the next four years making me cry. Instead of fighting back against evil dictators and corruption in a video game. The irony...
I need a hug. ;-;
"I used to be active here like you, then I took an arrow in the knee."
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Suddenly... clutter.:
Warning free for over eight years. Feels good.
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